Rascal (30)

How can I write this?  Her going was difficult.  She died in her 50s.  Still a young woman.  My visit to her left me feeling like the angel of death.  I read to her poetry about dying.  What was I thinking as she winced at my reading?  This was not going as I hoped.  I could not prevail over her fear and despair.  The nuns had left me alone in the room with her; this sectarian Jewish woman of the Bahai faith.